Blunt Time Lyrics
| Song | Blunt Time |
| Artist | Dr. Dre |
| Album | Dr. Dre Presents...The Aftermath |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bullard, Dr. Dre | |
| Dead(Blunt time-pull out your philly) | |
| Ha ha, mighty aftermath(Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) | |
| Whose soul ever contest, dead | |
| In me ear | |
| Dre, you hear me now? | |
| Dead(Blunt time-pull out your philly)(Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) | |
| Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong | |
| Room for moving in but that was only mine | |
| They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard | |
| They will shake the hand, he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng | |
| Knick-knack, paddy wack, give a dog a bone | |
| Long Beach | |
| City, I wreck is my zone | |
| I be the solo rollo which means | |
| I rule alone | |
| You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone | |
| Fool, now break for ya two | |
| It's called the ol' | |
| Rambo, catch ambush | |
| I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push | |
| I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin' in the forest, you | |
| GumpLong Beach | |
| City, firmly represented | |
| Narrator X is representor | |
| Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor | |
| Freeze MCs, don't ent-or | |
| I'll take like | |
| Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or | |
| Or since I'm | |
| Sun, I'll melt the metaphor | |
| The meatphors are meltin' ,style is beltin' | |
| I heard a dog yelpin' but no helpin' | |
| Blunt time-pull out your philly | |
| Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli | |
| Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin' | |
| Dimes keep on flippin', flippin' | |
| Blunt time-pull out your philly | |
| Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli | |
| Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin' | |
| Dimes keep on flippin', flippin' | |
| Dre's bad beats they rat-rat-rat-rat | |
| X flex lyric they can't come back | |
| Fact, el-elevant, elegant and eloquent, no shit | |
| I boots hits, throw tantrums like | |
| Ella FitzNah, the member | |
| X but you'll remember | |
| X indeedyNow remember don't contest the[Unverified] | |
| Got you in spot like | |
| Lindscrafter but you try to diss | |
| I burn you like | |
| Backdrafter | |
| After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter | |
| Similar to this, ha, what's the repertoire-kick deadly with lyrics | |
| Shot your punk ass like | |
| ELEC now it's | |
| Mighty aftermath | |
| Once again, can't hold us back | |
| Refuse, refuse(Dead) | |
| You lose(Dead) | |
| DEAD(Indeed) | |
| Attempts will be futile, it's way to brutal | |
| Hear me now, | |
| Narrator-to-the- | |
| X, tellin' anyone who contest | |
| The mighty aftermath posse(Who? Who?) | |
| Dead(Murder) | |
| Exclamation point(I)(Blunt time) | |
| Ha(Blunt time) | |
| Mighty aftermath to the 9-7(Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend, dont'cah friend)(Rowl, I don't wanna fight no more, no no,ooh)(Blunt time, blunt time, blunt, blunt, yep) |
| zuo ci : Bullard, Dr. Dre | |
| Dead Blunt timepull out your philly | |
| Ha ha, mighty aftermath Sip a glass of ' gnac, reload your nine milli | |
| Whose soul ever contest, dead | |
| In me ear | |
| Dre, you hear me now? | |
| Dead Blunt timepull out your philly Sip a glass of ' gnac, reload your nine milli | |
| Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong | |
| Room for moving in but that was only mine | |
| They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard | |
| They will shake the hand, he is only to heard loooong | |
| Knickknack, paddy wack, give a dog a bone | |
| Long Beach | |
| City, I wreck is my zone | |
| I be the solo rollo which means | |
| I rule alone | |
| You droop first blood, mother thought you was the lone | |
| Fool, now break for ya two | |
| It' s called the ol' | |
| Rambo, catch ambush | |
| I wish you wouldn' t moosh like ya wanna come push | |
| I' ll dump ya and leave ya stankin' in the forest, you | |
| GumpLong Beach | |
| City, firmly represented | |
| Narrator X is representor | |
| Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor | |
| Freeze MCs, don' t entor | |
| I' ll take like | |
| Anne Arden' s new chips in wintor | |
| Or since I' m | |
| Sun, I' ll melt the metaphor | |
| The meatphors are meltin' , style is beltin' | |
| I heard a dog yelpin' but no helpin' | |
| Blunt timepull out your philly | |
| Sip a glass of ' gnac, reload your nine milli | |
| Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin' | |
| Dimes keep on flippin', flippin' | |
| Blunt timepull out your philly | |
| Sip a glass of ' gnac, reload your nine milli | |
| Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin' | |
| Dimes keep on flippin', flippin' | |
| Dre' s bad beats they ratratratrat | |
| X flex lyric they can' t come back | |
| Fact, elelevant, elegant and eloquent, no shit | |
| I boots hits, throw tantrums like | |
| Ella FitzNah, the member | |
| X but you' ll remember | |
| X indeedyNow remember don' t contest the Unverified | |
| Got you in spot like | |
| Lindscrafter but you try to diss | |
| I burn you like | |
| Backdrafter | |
| After that you' ll get nothing from me but laughter | |
| Similar to this, ha, what' s the repertoirekick deadly with lyrics | |
| Shot your punk ass like | |
| ELEC now it' s | |
| Mighty aftermath | |
| Once again, can' t hold us back | |
| Refuse, refuse Dead | |
| You lose Dead | |
| DEAD Indeed | |
| Attempts will be futile, it' s way to brutal | |
| Hear me now, | |
| Narratortothe | |
| X, tellin' anyone who contest | |
| The mighty aftermath posse Who? Who? | |
| Dead Murder | |
| Exclamation point I Blunt time | |
| Ha Blunt time | |
| Mighty aftermath to the 97 Sip a glass of ' gnac my friend, dont' cah friend Rowl, I don' t wanna fight no more, no no, ooh Blunt time, blunt time, blunt, blunt, yep |
| zuò cí : Bullard, Dr. Dre | |
| Dead Blunt timepull out your philly | |
| Ha ha, mighty aftermath Sip a glass of ' gnac, reload your nine milli | |
| Whose soul ever contest, dead | |
| In me ear | |
| Dre, you hear me now? | |
| Dead Blunt timepull out your philly Sip a glass of ' gnac, reload your nine milli | |
| Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong | |
| Room for moving in but that was only mine | |
| They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard | |
| They will shake the hand, he is only to heard loooong | |
| Knickknack, paddy wack, give a dog a bone | |
| Long Beach | |
| City, I wreck is my zone | |
| I be the solo rollo which means | |
| I rule alone | |
| You droop first blood, mother thought you was the lone | |
| Fool, now break for ya two | |
| It' s called the ol' | |
| Rambo, catch ambush | |
| I wish you wouldn' t moosh like ya wanna come push | |
| I' ll dump ya and leave ya stankin' in the forest, you | |
| GumpLong Beach | |
| City, firmly represented | |
| Narrator X is representor | |
| Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor | |
| Freeze MCs, don' t entor | |
| I' ll take like | |
| Anne Arden' s new chips in wintor | |
| Or since I' m | |
| Sun, I' ll melt the metaphor | |
| The meatphors are meltin' , style is beltin' | |
| I heard a dog yelpin' but no helpin' | |
| Blunt timepull out your philly | |
| Sip a glass of ' gnac, reload your nine milli | |
| Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin' | |
| Dimes keep on flippin', flippin' | |
| Blunt timepull out your philly | |
| Sip a glass of ' gnac, reload your nine milli | |
| Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin' | |
| Dimes keep on flippin', flippin' | |
| Dre' s bad beats they ratratratrat | |
| X flex lyric they can' t come back | |
| Fact, elelevant, elegant and eloquent, no shit | |
| I boots hits, throw tantrums like | |
| Ella FitzNah, the member | |
| X but you' ll remember | |
| X indeedyNow remember don' t contest the Unverified | |
| Got you in spot like | |
| Lindscrafter but you try to diss | |
| I burn you like | |
| Backdrafter | |
| After that you' ll get nothing from me but laughter | |
| Similar to this, ha, what' s the repertoirekick deadly with lyrics | |
| Shot your punk ass like | |
| ELEC now it' s | |
| Mighty aftermath | |
| Once again, can' t hold us back | |
| Refuse, refuse Dead | |
| You lose Dead | |
| DEAD Indeed | |
| Attempts will be futile, it' s way to brutal | |
| Hear me now, | |
| Narratortothe | |
| X, tellin' anyone who contest | |
| The mighty aftermath posse Who? Who? | |
| Dead Murder | |
| Exclamation point I Blunt time | |
| Ha Blunt time | |
| Mighty aftermath to the 97 Sip a glass of ' gnac my friend, dont' cah friend Rowl, I don' t wanna fight no more, no no, ooh Blunt time, blunt time, blunt, blunt, yep |
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